Procrastinator II: the return

it's the weekend before finals! oh my god, i have too much shit to deal with that isn't even academic and it's stressing me out to the max. i just had a final this morning, as a matter of fact, but it wasn't, like too difficult i felt like dying when i saw what was on it. the thing was just a, you know..a major bitch since it was on a SATURDAY morning. oh. that reference reminds me of the times i used to do SATs and that sort of stuff. that was a real long time ago, when i think about it. maaaannnn...i don't want to be dealing with this even though it's seriously gon'be over right quick. what i'm worried about the most is this paper for one of my classes (seems every quarter i have to produce something of college-level writing relating to the course) that i haven't really started and it's worth a shitload of my total grade. dammit, i thought i told myself i was gonna start these sort of papers earlier. i'm still not entirely sure what i'll be writing about, too..AH ME GODS.

i'm looking forward to days when i feel like this. but that requires a bit more extroversion.

so.

um.

i think i'm going to cry in the corner over there and then start studying for my grammar police entrance exam (no lies, syntax makes you an official officer for real verbal offenses) and stress over my seemingly-never-to-be-started paper. i'm sure i'll get it done in time, it's just gonna be hell.

At it. An encore.

awwwwwwwwww. spring break is over! this week was much too short. i'm devastated. i am definitely not looking forward to waking up early and sitting through classes struggling to keep my eyes and ears open. ughhhh. i didn't quite accomplish everything i intended to...i had a change in a reciprocation so i'm working on it. i think it'll come out interesting, if not emotional (not like the stoicism apparent in my writing..or me in real-real life. i have dimensions).


ehhmmm, anyways, i'm off to start more education tomorrow. can't believe i have to do the whole italian everyday thing again (who will be my teacher?? someone as sweaty and cute as before??? i can only hope..but not that sweaty).i don't know the exact approach to have to this quarter...i mean, i'mma try to keep it lax and get shit done goood. after this round i have summer to fool around and rot in mini pants in the sunshine for a while before attending more education things. ooohhahhh, already a rather deep letdown. onto the surviving.

passing bye

I write like
James Joyce

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i don't believe it. this is not stream of consciousness or a fille based bildungs roman.
things i realised aujoud'hui: i have a week of work left and i mean, like, the length spans a real 7-day week (not just business days). Two, I have shitloads to pack and since i'm part of the elite slacker society i ain't done nothing (major) yet.
everything's going to happen like that [insert snap here].

and..i have to admit that i lied two posts ago about busan. this will be my *official* last time there this weekend.

Drunk potatoes on acid = the end is NIGH

shee-it. i am set to leave within the next few hours and packing is still yet to complete. i'm almost stressed to the limit. oh procrastination, i thought i'd finally gotten over you! seriously folks, don't let this fool into your life.

Grades grades grades! The New School Musical

it is finals time for me. the nice thing about today was vaguely sleeping in and not having to worry about trying to get to class around 7-ish. i am worried about the 2 major projects due today because i have no clue how one is going/went and the other one definitely needs finishing an hour before class. i am little miss procrastinator and last minute gal--this is really no big deal, but considering the fact that i'm really gunning for A's this semester...i rethink a little.

besides my busy academic life, i must mention that i now adore voluspa candles. i think fluer de fête is my favorite, i'd like to light that in my room, even though i'm lighting up goji & torocco orange. the scent is wonderful and really, in a subtle manner, fills up the space.
i also have a huge crush on Mena Suvari.
I guess it was because i was watching american beauty and then day of the dead..i don't know. she's adorable. and kinda badass. my other objet d'attraction: APC boy models. OH MY GUUOOOSH. That's half of what i want my dream boy to look like.

Getting a vulgar high

Shit. I just had a whole house to myself for a week. in all honesty, it was fucking boring. most of the time i spent reminiscing about oxford and my other odd adventures--the good-looking, well dressed boys...moo-moos...walking everywhere with my feet dead. OH THE MOTHERFUCKING MEMORIES. i feel like i have no purpose back here and there needs to be scrupulous planning to alleviate this harrowing madness welling up inside. i'm being such a bum and regressing to procrastinating adolescence. soo fucking immature. that's a side note in addition to the fact that i'm really nor doing anything. sure, watching saving private ryan and the nutty professor (the first eddie murphy version) makes for a relatively pleasant night in...on a friday night...when you're 15. i guess.
what am i to do?